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I’ve passed a job over to Tim. This sort of thing doesn’t come easily to me, I feel that I have to be self-reliant and not duck out on responsibilities. But he said he would help and so I’ve asked him to, and am immensely grateful.

I’ve always felt I have to carry on and not ask for help, though I’ve always been willing to give it, and I’ve known for a long time that this can be somewhat off-putting. So, for the last couple of decades, I’ve made conscious efforts to change. But this is something that was really up to me to sort out, and letting go of it is such a relief to me, though probably not the big deal to Tim than it feels to me – I’m going to get lost in grammar any moment, so I’ll just say that I feel much better and, again, he merits the description of Lovely.

It’s mild and damp at present. I see from Facebook that today, 8 years ago, I made a sizeable snowman. I’m rather glad it’s just wet, I don’t really quite feel like having a snowfall this week.

I’m planning to move furniture around. LT thinks it’s a good idea, but the first thing to do is buy wardrobes, because we’re quite 4 of ’em down, at present. We may go on an expedition tomorrow or Friday, if I get the rest of the stuff hanging over me done. Because, while LT was taking on half my tasks, i wasn’t doing the rest of them at all. I did make bread, however, if that goes a small way towards making up for it.

The Unobservant Eye of Z

Dramatis personae:
My husband, Lovely Tim or LT for short (though he is actually tall).
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their daughter is Zerlina Buttercup and their son is Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro married to Dora and their two-year-old is Rufus Russell.
Big Sister: Wink. She lives in Wiltshire, 230 miles away, but we're much closer than that.
We live with our cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. In addition, cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet.
There is an annexe to the house, where Roses lives and her beloved, Lawrence, spends a lot of time there. Her son, Boy, lives there too.

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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.

Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?